Galatea had just stopped eating half the bag of jalapeño and cheese favored nachos. Although she could not see much of anything from where she was sitting, Galatea had a gut feeling that things are now happening at a fast pace. Mindful of her previous attempt to help out by charging out of cover in stone form, she opted to stay put in the van though she started the engine just in case.

The hostile person is a tall young man, unarmed as far as you can tell. He steps out into the light of the docks and calls to the dealer, "Hello frankie..."

LDM/N'KIE

The dealer reaches down to start undoing the zipper on the bag when a voice comes out of the darkness "Hello Frankie..."

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"... we need to talk" The dealer looks up, a worried gleam in his eyes "When we made the deal that allows your organization to deal on our turf there was an agreement that it didn't cut into our operations here." He glances to the bodyguard "I contacted your organization, they said to inform you that Verona protocol is in effect." The man nodded and walked past both men and into the night."Hehe, What do you mean we are cutting into your business here?" The mousy man, Frankie, asks, obviously very frightened of the man."A few of our 'protected' businesses have reported damages by your customers and the boss says that is bad for business" At this electricity begins to crackle in his palm.

He was hoping Lotus would have been able to intercept the lurker. But when he heard the new voice coming from the side he realized that hadn't happened. Under his Bradley's eyes shifted to the new arrival without turning his head. When electricity began to form in the man's hand the vigilante's jaw clenched.

As she got into a concealed position in the alley, her mark walked out towards the Ghost and the Armor. She heard snippets of her targets conversation with the dealer.

... an agreement that it didn't cut into our operations ... inform you that Verona protocol ... 'protected' businesses ...

All the classic phrases, an extortion, a protected business man cutting his losses when one of his low tier dealers made a mistake. If the dealer still had any Boost on him, he still was useful, at least to get a small amount of the street. But if they needed information, this electrical enforcer had to go down. At least until they could find a way to get the information out of him.

Still lurking in the shadows, Lotus prepared for action. Her calm like the eye of a storm.

OOC: I stated that I was taking an Aim action in my last post, if so, I will assume when my initiative comes I will be able to make a Ranged Attack (Throwing Blades) with the +2 Circumstance from my previous Aim Maneuver, perhaps even with an additional bonus from attacking from Stealth. But my initiative was pretty meh. Initiative Check (1d20+8=11)

"If sacred spaces are spared the ravages of war -- make all places sacred. And if the holy people are to be kept harmless from war -- make all peoples holy." -- Norrin Radd (Silver Surfer: Requiem; J. Michael Straczynski)

What now? thought Galatea with a moan as she read the text. She debated to drive the van straight into whatever the situation then decided against it as she would have a hard time explaining to the rental company on how the van got wrecked.

Galatea got out of the van and rushed to the scene, transforming into stone as she did so.

Wind starts to whip around the enforcer and he rises up into the air. The sky starts to get cloudy and dark, wind buffeting everybody. He shoots a blast of lightning down on the dealer, barely missing.

Bradley advised his partner while swatting the drug dealer aside and grabbing the duffle back on the ground. Opening it up he swung the bag upwards in a wide arch. Angry, hissing snakes flew like progectile through the air, fangs bared in a hissing maestrong. It was as if the bag were a micro-cosom containing some insane snake-hell dimension and LDM had just unleashed it's wrathful denizens into the spooky nightmare scape he had devised.

OOC wrote:Using Scare Tactics single target option, with the Enforcer being the target. It is Perception range, so it auto-hits. DC 20 Will.

Halloween is early this time of year. Galatea thought wryly as she watched what was happening and headed between the attacker and his potental victim, hoping to block the high voltage goon's next blast with her rock hard body.

So our enforcer can fly, and project lightning. This could get dangerous, best to bring him down quickly. As she observed the action she withdrew the throwing blades from her hair, and deftly reversed her grip to prepare them for a deadly accurate throw. Perhaps the metal of the blades in his arm would serve to dissipate some of the electrical current his is able to project.

She watched as the Ghost threw the duffel bag at his flying opponent and it erupted into snakes. She squirmed slightly. The man certainly had a flair for theatrics. And it was as though a heat shimmer flickered through the air as the Armor he wore tried to restrain the enforcer as it did the Boost addict at the mall. She waited patiently to determine if her blades were needed, or if the police who had already begun to move from their cover would require her attentions.

OOC: Holding to see the effects of the first two attacks on the enforcer. If he isn't down or restrained I will attack, assuming the +2 circumstance bonus for my previous rounds Aim action, is there an additional bonus for attacking from stealth, or did he see me last turn with my abysmal Hide check?

"If sacred spaces are spared the ravages of war -- make all places sacred. And if the holy people are to be kept harmless from war -- make all peoples holy." -- Norrin Radd (Silver Surfer: Requiem; J. Michael Straczynski)

The man floats back a bit from the flying snakes but laughs it off when they fail to hit him. This does distract him enough that the tractor beam pins him in the air and you are able to force him to the ground."Freeze. Everybody on the ground!" The older cop calls, standing up from the roof they are on. The younger cop tries to stand with him but slips from his position on the roof. Barely catching himself on the edge. The older cop is distracted trying to help him up.The mousy man cowers behind the living statue but draws a small pistol from his side.The enforcer glares at LDM from where he is standing, held in place, and the wind picks up around him. The wind slams into you, lifting you from the ground and tossing you towards the water.

Air Control. Attack roll=26. He is still pinned but can use his powers. Stealth makes him lose his dodge bonus to his defense, he did not see you.